Too old for the ChorusI was going to play Cleopatra in a musical called “Nile High Club” I was cast by a young director Who’d discovered me in the pub. He had dark brooding eyes and was lean and very het’ro And he offered to show me the script in his flat over the Tesco Metro I was young I was keen For the stage and the screen But the part I received Wasn’t what I’d believed He was offering me And you see I would have been star of the screen If I hadn’t been so desperately keen I had singing you’d sigh for And high kicks to die for But the talent doesn’t do it Alone Every writer of the day would have written me a play If i hadn’t got in that car To play crummy Cleopatra As a young naive hoofer Who had dreams of a Sony I believed in Cleopatra But I just got Tony! And of course he did say he would phone ... And the upshot of the tale is you cannot trust a male so you’re left with Summer Season till you nearly lose your reason then the day comes when you know Cleopatra isn’t going to show ... Chorus We’re too old now for the chorus (Never mind the line): Our high kicks are hobbles, Our high Cs are wobbles; And the trouble with the figure Is it’s always getting bigger; And we can’t recall the lyric And to hold a tune’s a mirac- le now (poor cow). We’re in decline (Poor us). We’re even too old for the chorus. And the upshot of the tale is you cannot trust a male so you’re left with Summer Season till you nearly lose your reason then the day comes finally Bringing cellulite and HRT ... Chorus We’re too old now for the chorus (Never mind the line): Our high kicks are hobbles, Our high Cs are wobbles; And the trouble with the figure Is it’s always getting bigger; And we can’t recall the lyric And to hold a tune’s a mirac- le now (poor cow). We’re in decline (Poor us). We’re even too old, Out in the cold, We’re even too old for the chorus.Too old for the Chorus The DreamerO dreamer, can you see the world outside is real? O dreamer, will you learn the things you think they feel? O dreamer, shall you talk the way you hear them talk? To stand the way they stand, or walk the way they walk? O dreamer, do you think the way they really think? O dreamer, do you hope to be like them inside? To dream their dreams aloud? and dream no more, or hide? |
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